Ren rolled her eyes. She didn't think it was a big deal. It was basic bartering.
"Favors. Right," Ren sighed, waving her free hand dismissively. "What do you want? You want me to wash your loincloths? Cook you a private meal? Make it quick, Vex, I literally have a fifty-gallon stew to cook."
[System: Host, I highly advise you to sit down. You are about to have a panic attack.]
Ren frowned. 'What? Why?'
[System: In the Beast World, declaring a "Favor from a friend to a friend" is not a casual social contract like lending someone ten bucks. It is a Rite in itself. It is a binding blood oath, similar to the Rite of the Severed Fang in its absolute gravity.]
Ren froze. The blood began to drain from her face.
[System: The penalty for refusing or failing to return a Friend's Favor is worse than dying in battle. It is a curse. Refusal causes the slow, agonizing rotting of the heart until death. To the beasts, a betrayal of friends is the ultimate sin. It is entirely unforgivable.]
